Hook-Up
#1 of Smut
_Ding-dong! _
The large bear, who had been sitting at his computer, wasting time until his "special guest" arrived, stood up excitedly. This was the first time he had ever had a hook-up; he had no idea what to expect. Sure, in high school he had been popular with the ladies, and the gents, to be truthful, He had been on the rugby, cricket, swimming and volleyball teams and, though he was not long out of university, those days felt like a lifetime ago. In high school he'd been a player, no that it'd been hard. Standing more than two metres tall, with the build of a rugby player and the arms of a swimmer had done his sex life wonders! It certainly didn't hurt things that the whole school had known that he had the biggest dick in the entire school - staff included. He sighed, now the raging river of arse and pussy had dried to little more than a muddy puddle, so he had to make do with what he had. Henry broke out of his thoughts, turned briskly and went to answer the door, trying not to be too overt in showing his excitement.
On the other side of the door stood an effeminate, meek-looking lion twink. As the door flung open, he seemed startled, "O-oh, hello, Henry, is it? It's Michael, from the app." "Mikey! Nice to meet you! Come in, come in! Did you bring the equipment?" Michael, looking around nervously, fished a leather collar and leash from his pocket as he stepped though the door; this was also his first time doing something like this. "I did." "Good! Now, shut the door and let's get it on, shall we?"
The door was closed and the collar donned, and it was like a switch had been flicked. "So, my omega bitch, you ever been topped by a lion before?" Michael's voice was now the picture of confidence and authority. "No, I haven't." "'No I haven't', what , faggot?" "No, Sir, I haven't, Sir!" "That's better. Now, lose the shirt and pants, master wants to get a better look at his new plaything."
Obediently, the bear removed his shirt and jeans, revealing his impressive bulge - already partially excited and quickly reflecting his enthusiasm - and his slight gut which had obviously been muscular at some point in his life."Mmmmm, good boy. Nice, very nice, indeed. Now, on your knees!" Again, like the obedient, little plaything he was, the bear acquiesced, though the desired effect wasn't quite reached. On his knees, he was the same height as the lion.
"Okay, I didn't really think that one through...Alright, on your back, instead! You're gonna earn the right to be used for my pleasure." "Yes, sire, anything you want, sir!" And onto his back Henry flopped. The lion examined him for a few moments, perhaps deciding what to do with him first, or perhaps just enjoying the view. Either way, the silence was soon broken with his next command: "Remove my shoe, my feet're in desperate need of a tongue bath after walking all the way here."
It was hard at this angle, but the bear removed the lion's shoes, eagerly (if awkwardly), there were no socks to remove and, just as he was contemplating on which part of the foot to begin his task, it was pressed hard into his snout. "Less thinking more cleaning, cum-stain." The muffled "Yes Sir!" that fought its way out from beneath the foot putting a malicious smile on Michael's lips. The licking sensation on the sole of his feet almost making him lose his composure; he didn't so much enjoy this part so much as the effect it was clearly having on his toy. Despite this, he stuck it out "Don't forget to get between the toes, maggot. If you don't do a proper job, you won't be allowed any treats." The bear's bulge throbbed hard. "And do not think you will be granted permission to finish until i am thoroughly satisfied." "Of course, sir, I would never slack off!" This seemed to inspire the bear to redouble is efforts to please his master for the evening.
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slu- "Enough, you have done an excellent job cleaning my foot, pet. Would you like a reward now, or would you rather prove to master that you are worthy of greater rewards?" "Do I get to get off if I choose reward now?" The insolent question was met with a slap to the face "You are nothing but an object, my object, to be used for my pleasure! You do not get to release until I decide you deserve to. You should consider yourself blessed to have such a benevolent master should I rule you have earnt it at all this session, is that understood?" Wincing at the unexpected - but not unwelcome - slap, Henry replied "Of course, my master. I am deeply sorry. May I ask what my reward would be were I to request it now?" "You may not. But you must choose immediately. Reward now, or later?"
After a short period of deliberation, the decision was made: "Later, Sir." "Excellent, then your next task is to clean my family jewels for me. I just finished a session at the gym when we arranged this meet-up and walked straight here and they are in dire need of a gentle tongue." "But of course, Sir, am I allowed to remove them from your pants for you?" In response, the lion removed his own pants, revealing that he had been going commando. His huge, low-hanging orbs easily putting Henry's to shame.
While Henry had the length and girth, his balls were actually quite small, not just compared to other bears - who usually had relatively big ones due to their natural large stature - but most other mammals, too. Michael's, on the other hand, would put the vast majority of mammals to shame. The lion sat on the couch, allowing the goods to dangle over the edge, just low enough for the bear to lap at with his long tongue. And so he did, lapping at the massive low-hangers, lapping up the sweat, ensuring that not a single drop remained, and not a single millimetre was left uncleaned.
Whil Michael was no, by any stretch of the imagination, hung - in fact, his balls most definitely made up for what he was lacking in that department - he certainly had enough to pleasure his partner, or rather, more than enough skill in how to use his mini-manhood to ensure that they never forgot it. He could feel the bear staring at it, practically begging for it with his eyes, in fact. "Not until you've earnt it, omega." The disappointment was obvious in Henry's face, but his incredible cock told a different story, it hadn't stopped throbbing since he had been proffered the foot. "But... I suppose that I could make an exception. On one condition." "Anything, Sir!" "Are you able to suck your ow dick? It certainly looks big enough." "Well, I can, but I don't think it's a very good idea, Sir." "Then you forfeit your reward, it is as simple as that." "I will try, for you, Sir."
And so, doubled over, back against the couch and bum in the air, Henry readied himself, cut cock dripping precum onto his face, mere centimetres from his lips. On the couch stood Michael, uncut cock ready for action ad pressed up against his plaything's hole. "Start sucking, cocksucker." With a small amount of extra effort, the bear slid his manhood into his mouth, managing to get only a small amount of the shaft in, licking and sucking what he could reach and getting steadily closer to release. Then, he felt the lion enter him. Michael may not have had much to work with, but right from enrtty, he knew exactly what buttons to press and where, HOLY FUCK! The long, low moan that tried to escape the bear's mouth did little more than stimulate him further. He didn't know how much longer he could last, but he did know that there would be hell to pay if he came before his master did!
With that, the trusting began, in and out, the lion's foreskin doing a surprising amount to simulate the bear's insides. Finding it hard to get a good angle to balance in, Michael decided on the perfect place for his foot, an added bonus was that it was a great way to put his plaything back in its place. "You'd best not be thinking of finishing before I do, cum-rag!" He asserted as he placed his foot on the bear's neck. "Don't forget, your only worth is my pleasure, if you finish before I am done with you, you won't be allowed to cum for a month."
It was hard to believe, but somehow the lion was far more skilful with what he had to work with that the bear who was easily triple his length and at least double his girth. He knew exactly where to poke, how hard to thrust and how quickly. Had his mouth not been full of his own manhood, Henry would have been moaning and begging to be bred; all he could do, though, was make pathetic little noises like the bitch he was and try this best not to empty his load with every increasingly intense throb.
Steadily the rhythm became faster, the thrusts harder, same with the lion's breathing. Michael was getting close, they could both feel it. Henry had been on the edge for agonisingly long; he was so close, but he couldn't. Not until his master was finished with him. But suddenly, with a pleasure-filled roar, the bear felt himself being filled with the sticky warmth of his master's pleasure. Rope after rope filling him to his limit. It was too much, with a piteous whimpering moan, he released his own load into his mouth, swallowing the warm, ropy eruptions as they came. Fuck, he hadn't realised how pent up he'd become! His master must have been in the same situation, surely even the most virile man couldn't fill him as full as this without being pent up for a long time!
After the waves of euphoria had finally dissipated for the pair, Michael stood up and pulled out of his plaything with a sickening slurping noise. "Did you seriously finish without my permission? You realise that I have to cage you now, don't you?" The sudden admonishment quickly sobering the bear from what remained of his afterglow. "Shit! I'm so sorry, Sir! I got caught up in it all and I - " "No, there is no excuse, my playthings must be disciplined. Lie back." He did so, and Michael produced from the pocket of his discarded pants the smallest cock cage he'd ever seen. One that would have struggled to fit the humble tool of his master. A cock cage that, to the sheer astonishment of the bear, Michael managed to fit his monster into; not without work, mind you, but successfully and painlessly it was achieved. A lock sealing his fate. "Hope you enjoy looking like you have a tiny cock when you swim, big boy, because you're going to be like that until I feel you deserve to be let free." "B-but, this was just supposed to be a hook-up! How am I supposed to fuck people? Or jerk off? What if we never see each other again??" "Well, I guess you'll just have to make sure to see me regularly, won't you?"
Smirking, the lion put his clothes back on and walked confidently out of the house, the caged bear still collared and leashed. Bzzt bzzt. A text message appeared on Henry's phone, "How did I do? Did you enjoy yourself?"
"I did, it was fucking awesome! I can't wait to see what you have planned for me next time!"